Well that IS why Eulalia is being serured in an undisclosed location until the IMF is ready for her as you shall see...
I helped Eulalia into the front seat of the car. As I fastened her seatbelt she looked around and hissed “Jeez, Tree, it’s a firkin’ pimpmobile!”
She had a point, but I thing most pimps would feel a touch offended. It’s a dark red ’68 Cadillac Sedan de Ville that the previous owner had, um, ‘updated’ the interior with shades of pink and purple. I put a blindfold on Eul and asked “There! Is that better?”
I slammed the door and waved at Mel and Julie, still standing at the shop’s door. Melissa looked upset but she had to know it was better me than Bob. I hopped in and fired up the Caddy. Eulalia was still fidgeting in the seat trying to get comfortable with her hands cuffed behind her back. She turned her head as if to look at me. “I know the handcuffs are S.O.P. but what’s with the blindfold?”
“Special for the ride” I replied. I headed east out of town. As the road became more winding Eulalia said “This isn’t the way to the IMF headquarters.”
“That’s because we’re not going to the IMF headquarters” I explained. She took a deep breath then asked “Are you going to rape me?”
“NO! I am not going to rape you” I exclaimed. I looked over at my prisoner and thought I wouldn’t mind having a go with her but in this situation it wasn’t my style. But I couldn’t help playing her on. “By the looks of your nipples you seem like you might enjoy a little romp.”
“What the hell is it with men that they think fear and anticipation is the same thing as lust and desire? Did it ever occur to you I might be cold?” She snapped back. I looked at the sweat glistening on her skin. I doubted she was cold but the first point was well made. We do think that way. Dodging her first question I asked “Do you want me to put up the windows?”
“No, I’m fine.” She paused a moment then said “You could rape me… I mean, legally, because I’m your bounty.”
I mulled it over trying to decide if she was asking for clarification or tossing me an invitation. As I tossed the idea around in my head I drove past the road that led to my cabin. I wondered if she really wanted to do it or just delay the inevitable. Hell, it didn’t matter. We were almost there. “Another time, ‘lia and it would be my pleasure.”
“So where are you taking me?” she asked. I told her to the O.P.P., the Order of Penance and Punishment. She became agitated. “What’s that? It sounds like a religious thing.”
“It’s not really but sort of. I call it more of an inquisition thing.” I pulled up to the iron gates and pushed the buzzer. A voice asked what my business was. “I’m Hanging Tree and I have the fugitive Eulalia, convict number (I reached between ‘lia’s legs and cupped the tag that dangled from her pussy. She gasped at my touch. I ran my thumb through the folds of her shaved sex and felt the warm moisture) …ah, that’s convict 20111101.”
The gates swung open and I drove the Caddy up the hill. I couldn’t help myself and asked “Fear and anticipation or lust and desire?”
Eulalia whispered “I’ll let you know later.”
“I’m surprised you left the tag on. Things would have been a lot worse if you’d have removed it.”
“It wasn’t for lack of trying. We fucked up every wire cutter and chisel in the coffee shop trying to pop it open. Tree, I’ll be OK, won’t I?”
I nodded ‘yes’ but didn’t say it. I got out of the car, tossed my jacket in the back seat, pulled on my duster, and walked around to Eulalia’s door. After undoing her seat belt I helped her out then pulled the blindfold off. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Then she saw the imposing stone building before her. She whistled and said “This doesn’t bode well. Let’s go in and get this started…”
I helped Eulalia into the front seat of the car. As I fastened her seatbelt she looked around and hissed “Jeez, Tree, it’s a firkin’ pimpmobile!”
She had a point, but I thing most pimps would feel a touch offended. It’s a dark red ’68 Cadillac Sedan de Ville that the previous owner had, um, ‘updated’ the interior with shades of pink and purple. I put a blindfold on Eul and asked “There! Is that better?”
I slammed the door and waved at Mel and Julie, still standing at the shop’s door. Melissa looked upset but she had to know it was better me than Bob. I hopped in and fired up the Caddy. Eulalia was still fidgeting in the seat trying to get comfortable with her hands cuffed behind her back. She turned her head as if to look at me. “I know the handcuffs are S.O.P. but what’s with the blindfold?”
“Special for the ride” I replied. I headed east out of town. As the road became more winding Eulalia said “This isn’t the way to the IMF headquarters.”
“That’s because we’re not going to the IMF headquarters” I explained. She took a deep breath then asked “Are you going to rape me?”
“NO! I am not going to rape you” I exclaimed. I looked over at my prisoner and thought I wouldn’t mind having a go with her but in this situation it wasn’t my style. But I couldn’t help playing her on. “By the looks of your nipples you seem like you might enjoy a little romp.”
“What the hell is it with men that they think fear and anticipation is the same thing as lust and desire? Did it ever occur to you I might be cold?” She snapped back. I looked at the sweat glistening on her skin. I doubted she was cold but the first point was well made. We do think that way. Dodging her first question I asked “Do you want me to put up the windows?”
“No, I’m fine.” She paused a moment then said “You could rape me… I mean, legally, because I’m your bounty.”
I mulled it over trying to decide if she was asking for clarification or tossing me an invitation. As I tossed the idea around in my head I drove past the road that led to my cabin. I wondered if she really wanted to do it or just delay the inevitable. Hell, it didn’t matter. We were almost there. “Another time, ‘lia and it would be my pleasure.”
“So where are you taking me?” she asked. I told her to the O.P.P., the Order of Penance and Punishment. She became agitated. “What’s that? It sounds like a religious thing.”
“It’s not really but sort of. I call it more of an inquisition thing.” I pulled up to the iron gates and pushed the buzzer. A voice asked what my business was. “I’m Hanging Tree and I have the fugitive Eulalia, convict number (I reached between ‘lia’s legs and cupped the tag that dangled from her pussy. She gasped at my touch. I ran my thumb through the folds of her shaved sex and felt the warm moisture) …ah, that’s convict 20111101.”
The gates swung open and I drove the Caddy up the hill. I couldn’t help myself and asked “Fear and anticipation or lust and desire?”
Eulalia whispered “I’ll let you know later.”
“I’m surprised you left the tag on. Things would have been a lot worse if you’d have removed it.”
“It wasn’t for lack of trying. We fucked up every wire cutter and chisel in the coffee shop trying to pop it open. Tree, I’ll be OK, won’t I?”
I nodded ‘yes’ but didn’t say it. I got out of the car, tossed my jacket in the back seat, pulled on my duster, and walked around to Eulalia’s door. After undoing her seat belt I helped her out then pulled the blindfold off. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. Then she saw the imposing stone building before her. She whistled and said “This doesn’t bode well. Let’s go in and get this started…”
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